“As for me, I’ve always liked simple love scenes, the classic set-ups, the sweet…the sweet…the sweet farewell at Paddington Station. My collar turned up. Her soft cheeks. Standing close to me, legs under her raincoat, the platform, her cheeks, her hands, nothing like the sound of steam to keep love warm, to keep it moist, to bring it to the throat, my ebony love, she smiles at me, I touch her.”

- from Harold Pinter’s “Monologue" (1973)